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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 602 из 617He was sure it was. It would have worked, if only someone hadn't snatched Nicci. Would have worked.
It seemed a stupid way to die, really. He thought it should be somehow more. . grand.
Not in a dark, cold, wet palace underground.
He wished he could tell Kahlan that he loved her, and that she hadn't killed him but that he had done it. It was his doing, not hers. He'd just used her in his plan. It would have worked.
"Kahlan," he whispered, not knowing if in her stillness she could hear him any longer. "I love you. No one else. Just you. I'm glad we had our time together. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
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Richard opened his eyes and groaned in agony. He wanted it to end. It hurt too much. Now, he just wanted it to end. It hadn't worked. He would have to pay the price. But he wanted the sickening, ripping, terrifying pain to end.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He looked and saw Kahlan sprawled on the wet floor. She wasn't moving.
A shadow fell across him.
"Well, well. Richard Cypher." Neal chuckled. "Imagine that." He chuckled again as he glanced at Kahlan. "Who's the woman?"
Richard could sense the Sword of Truth, sense its magic. It wasn't far from his fingers.
"Don't know. She's killed me. Must be one of yours."
Richard's fingers found the sword. They curled around the wire-wound hilt.
Neal stepped on the blade. "Can't have any of that. You've caused enough trouble."
A glow ignited around Neal's fingers. He was conjuring magic. Lethal magic. Richard, in his barely conscious condition, despite his need, could not focus his mind, could not call forth his own ability to do anything to stop Neal. At least, the pain would end. At least, Kahlan wouldn't think it was she who had killed him.
Richard heard a sudden, terrible, bone-snapping crack. Neal dropped heavily to his knees.
Richard, his hand already around the hilt, pulled the sword from underneath the man's legs and in one mighty lunge, ran it through Neal's heart.
Neal looked up in surprise, his eyes glassy. Richard saw then that the man was as good as dead before the blade had run him through. Neal's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the side as Richard yanked the sword free.
Standing behind Neal was the woman Richard had helped. She had bandaged her leg. In both hands, she held the marble hand of the woman Richard had carved. She had crushed Neal's skull with her keepsake of the statue.
CHAPTER 69
Richard heard footfalls splashing toward him down the wet hallway.
It seemed a stupid way to die, really. He thought it should be somehow more. . grand.
Not in a dark, cold, wet palace underground.
He wished he could tell Kahlan that he loved her, and that she hadn't killed him but that he had done it. It was his doing, not hers. He'd just used her in his plan. It would have worked.
"Kahlan," he whispered, not knowing if in her stillness she could hear him any longer. "I love you. No one else. Just you. I'm glad we had our time together. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
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Richard opened his eyes and groaned in agony. He wanted it to end. It hurt too much. Now, he just wanted it to end. It hadn't worked. He would have to pay the price. But he wanted the sickening, ripping, terrifying pain to end.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He looked and saw Kahlan sprawled on the wet floor. She wasn't moving.
A shadow fell across him.
"Well, well. Richard Cypher." Neal chuckled. "Imagine that." He chuckled again as he glanced at Kahlan. "Who's the woman?"
Richard could sense the Sword of Truth, sense its magic. It wasn't far from his fingers.
"Don't know. She's killed me. Must be one of yours."
Richard's fingers found the sword. They curled around the wire-wound hilt.
Neal stepped on the blade. "Can't have any of that. You've caused enough trouble."
A glow ignited around Neal's fingers. He was conjuring magic. Lethal magic. Richard, in his barely conscious condition, despite his need, could not focus his mind, could not call forth his own ability to do anything to stop Neal. At least, the pain would end. At least, Kahlan wouldn't think it was she who had killed him.
Richard heard a sudden, terrible, bone-snapping crack. Neal dropped heavily to his knees.
Richard, his hand already around the hilt, pulled the sword from underneath the man's legs and in one mighty lunge, ran it through Neal's heart.
Neal looked up in surprise, his eyes glassy. Richard saw then that the man was as good as dead before the blade had run him through. Neal's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the side as Richard yanked the sword free.
Standing behind Neal was the woman Richard had helped. She had bandaged her leg. In both hands, she held the marble hand of the woman Richard had carved. She had crushed Neal's skull with her keepsake of the statue.
CHAPTER 69
Richard heard footfalls splashing toward him down the wet hallway.